This is my first fanfic- so please don't flame me! Although friendly advice/ constructive critisism would be appreciated. Also please tell me if I haven't made anything clear in the storyline!
Oh yeah, and I'm really bad at ending chapters so the last few lines might not work so well, but apart from that... Hopefully it's ok!
I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or it's characters or anything.
Unconventional love
Noise. Colour. That was Catriona's world at that moment, a tumultuous land where various shades of pink, green, blue, yellow and purple were scurrying about before her eyes, shouting, laughing and talking in the mysterious language known as Japanese. She herself was dressed in bright green, matching her long, dyed hair and the contact lenses in her large eyes. Secretly she was rather proud of her costume, which certainly looked much better than the shop-bought ones she could see, although she admitted that some of the home-made Lettuce costumes around her were obviously made by people much more proficient than her. Her eyes scanned the swirling crowed in vain for her two friends, Claire and Hiroko. She had been separated from them, which wouldn't have been so bad had she not lost both her map AND her phrasebook. Deciding to change the focus of her search, she started looking for someone –anyone- who might speak English. Her gaze panned over the hall- A large group of Ichigo's were nattering excitably in Japanese as they passed underneath a bored looking Kisshu cosplayer perched on the wall, and numerous children darted among peoples' legs what seemed to be a large scale re-enactment of a mewmew-vs.-alien battle (Consisting of at least 3 versions of each character). Nearby a small Pudding dragged an exasperated Zakuro by the hand, and a couple of middle-aged tarutos (not a pretty sight) laughed the purple mew's desperate expression. Catriona couldn't see anyone even vaguely helpful-looking.
Resuming her wandering, she decided to make for the stairs in the hopes of getting a bird's-eye-view from up above. The room was round, with a staircase curving up to a sort of balcony/corridor, overlooking the hall. A few people were perched along the wall there, since it was only a couple of meters up. As she walked past there was a dull thump behind her as someone dropped down, and someone gripped her wrist, spinning her around, saying something about "kawaii" (cute). Before she had time to cry out the stranger quickly pressed his mouth onto hers in a swift kiss, lasting less than a second yet feeling like an eternity to Catriona's confused and terrified mind. As he pulled back she realised it was the bored Kisshu she had glimpsed earlier. His dark hair had been died green and pulled into bunches on each side of his head, looking much more authentic than the many Kisshu wigs dotted around. His golden eyes gleamed with life and impishness, where before they had looked annoyed and despondent, and the papier-mâché ears sticking out were surprisingly realistic.
"B...what...no...g-go..." she stuttered trying- and failing- to put her incoherent thoughts into words. All she could think was that this was wrong. 'I'm dressed as Lettuce, not Ichigo, and I don't know him and why would he want to kiss me and oh my goodness and what do I do and AGGGHH he- he KISSED me and no-one's ever kissed me and help I don't know what to do-'Her panicked thoughts were cut short as he chattered something- again, unfortunately, in Japanese- winked, and turned to walk away, looking much cheerier than before.
"W...WAIT!" She somehow managed to force the word out of her numbed mind and shout it before he could be lost in the crowd. The boy turned with a curious, mischievous glimmer in his gold eyes.
"Hm, English? Why didn't you say so before, sweetie?" With a teasing chuckle he strolled casually back towards her, hand on hip and head tilted slightly to the side in an inquisitive and amused manner.
Ignoring his question, Catriona stuttered "Wh-who are y-you? A-and, um, why d-did, um-"
"I told you- I'm Isamu. Hashimoto Isamu. Or should that be Isamu Hashimoto? Meh, English. Whatever. And you wanna know why I kissed you?" He leaned in. "I'm bored. You're cute. Thought I should get at least some fun out of this stupid convention." Standing back again he continued, "So, let me see- English, no map, have been wandering around aimlessly for the last half an hour" His grin widened. "You're lost, aren't you?"
"I, um, well...y-yes, kind of..." The implication of his words hit her and her eyes widened as she wondered how long he'd been watching her. "I-I got separated from my friends... and I lost my map so I don't know where to find them..." Tears of worry, confusion and embarrassment began to flood into her eyes and she bit her lip, trying to force them back, mentally shouting at herself for being so weak and letting her emotions get the better of her.
Isamu's expression immediately changed to one of panic and anxiety at the girl's tears. "No, don't cry... um...er..." He tried desperately to think how to comfort her, but all he could think was 'Agghh no she's crying whatdoIdo-whatdoIdo-whatdoIdo-help-whywontshestop-'
Luckily for him Catriona had noticed his reaction, and his horror was so comical that she started to smile and, even laugh. "S-sorry! I'm so-ha-ha-I'm so sorry! I don't mean to laugh...b-but-it's just-" She tried and failed to control her giggling, "But your face-ha-ha- just - so-"She never finished the end of her sentence, bursting out into uncontrolled laughter as she beheld his face change from panic to total bewilderment. It settled somewhere in between; obviously he was having serious doubts as to her mental health. Finally her laughter subsided.
"I really am sorry... I didn't mean to...to laugh at you at all...but you looked so panicked... I couldn't help it... I'm so sorry!" She now felt extremely guilty for having laughed at him. He, on the other hand was just relieved she had stopped and was evidently NOT mad- just a girl. A grin springing back into place, he grabbed her wrist again.
"Come on- you can meet my brothers they're in the main hall" He chattered excitably as he dragged her through the crowds by her hand. "And your friends'll probably be looking for you there, 'cause loads of rooms open out onto it..." Catriona had no chance to resist so ran along behind the Kisshu look-alike, trying desperately not to trip or bump into anyone.
"Gomen-nasai! Gomen-nasai!"(Sorry! Sorry!) She was evidently failing at the latter target as she worriedly called out one of the few Japanese words she knew to the people left in their wake. When had her life become this insane? It was almost like something out of an anime...
